The Clinton Chronicles: Bill is Too Late for Dinner...again

Even in the seclusion of our Chappaqua  home we can't escape the prying eyes and ears of Secret Service agents who loiter on our street in a 'cable' van and delight  in leaking cheap gossip about everyday life at  Chateau Clinton and our supposed fondness for cusswords, speaking of which: "Is that you, Bill? Maria's gone home and I'm not f____ing cooking for you.  You'll have to order in from the Kittle House..."